181: C181 Mysterious Woman

C181 Mysterious Woman

Yeh Beixiao stayed by Jiang Nanxi's bed the whole afternoon. He didn't even drink any water, so of course he didn't eat.

But when he looked at Jiang Nanxi, his heart was stifled and he did not have any appetite. He said, "Let her eat by herself. She will die from overeating!"

Qiao Yi was stunned for a moment and then burst out laughing. She did not expect that God Yeh, who was known for being cruel and ruthless, would be angered by Jiang Nanxi and say such childish words.

When she looked at the two of them now, she really felt like they were enemies.

She said, "Then you go and eat first. I will accompany you to bed tonight and take care of Nanxi."

Jiang Nanxi hurriedly said, "No need, no need. You should hurry back and take care of the child." The most important thing was to keep an eye on Jiang Xiaolang.

Qiao Yi smiled and teased, "Nanxi, you are so eager to chase me away. Don't tell me you want to have a world with God Yeh?"

Cough, cough, cough!

Jiang Nanxi decisively choked on her food and almost spat a mouthful of rice onto Qiao Yi's face.

She covered her mouth and coughed. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at Qiao Yi. What nonsense are you saying?

Qiao Yi smiled until she bent over. The corners of Yeh Beixiao's mouth also curled up slightly. His expression was not as dark as before.

At this time, his phone rang.

He said, "Take your time eating. I'll take the call."

Jiang Nanxi stuffed rice into her mouth and waved at him. "Hurry up and leave. Don't come back. It will affect your appetite!"

Yeh Beixiao glared at her. With her wolfing down food, he really could not tell that her appetite had been affected!

He took his phone out of the ward and went to the end of the corridor to make a call.

A woman's tight voice came from the phone. "Sir, Miss Mo has a fever."

Yeh Beixiao frowned. "When did this happen?"

"Just now, I went to deliver lunch to her and found that she didn't eat lunch at all. She had been lying on the bed. I touched it with my hand. It was scalding hot. "

Yeh Beixiao was a little impatient. "Wake her up and send her to the hospital!"

"Yes, sir!"

The maid hung up the phone and went to the room to call Mo Weiwei.

Mo Weiwei was the woman who ate with Yeh Beixiao on the news the day before yesterday.

That day, she suddenly appeared at the front desk of the Yeh's building. She held a watch and said that she was looking for Yeh Beixiao.

At that time, Yeh Beixiao was in a meeting. Yeh Fei came down and saw this woman.

He recognized this woman. She was the woman in the photo that Zhao Dong had given him. The watch in her hand was the watch that Yeh Beixiao had lost six years ago.

Yeh Fei looked at this woman from head to toe. This woman was quite delicate and pretty, but her nose and cheeks had clearly been adjusted. She looked a little unnatural. But at first glance, she was still very pretty.

Especially her pair of eyes, bright and pure, with a hint of timidness.

Moreover, she also looked soft and weak, giving a comfortable feeling to the girls next door, unlike Jiang Nanxi who was flamboyant.

It was just that this woman had not been able to find out what she had experienced. Why did she suddenly come to Ann City?

Yeh Fei asked even though he knew the answer, "Who are you? Why are you looking for Director Yeh?"0

Mo Weiwei seemed to be a little afraid, but she still mustered up her courage and said, "I am Mo Weiwei, the owner of this watch. I want to see Director Yeh. He should know what I want to do when I see him."

Her words were watertight, and Yeh Fei could not get anything out of her, so he could only bring her to a small reception room and wait for Yeh Beixiao to come over.

It was already noon when Yeh Beixiao's meeting ended.

He rushed to the reception room and saw Mo Weiwei.

He sat opposite her and did not say a word. His sharp eyes stared at her coldly.

Under his gaze, Mo Weiwei felt a little uneasy and kept rubbing her pants with her hands.

However, her stomach was not as quiet as her and it actually started to grumble.

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